The End

Susanne laughs and nods. "Okay, lets just stay a little while longer." 

Looking around, she spots a nice sunny place at the edge of the pier. Tugging Chuck's hand, she brings him with her, pulling him down to sit on one of the large rocks. It was a perfect place to sit, even with another rock to lean back against. Just wanting to know what it would feel like, she situates herself between Chuck's legs and uses his chest as a backrest, bringing his arms around her waist. Sighing with content, she hopes he doesn't mind... he was awfully comfortable, and from here they could both still look out at the water. Her head leans back against his shoulder and her hands rest on his, her fingers running over his lightly. 

"I used to come here a lot," she mentions quietly. "Either my parents and I would have a picnic, or it would be a church event or something. Usually though, I'd just come out on the pier and sit by myself." Recalling those days, a bit of melancholy settles over her. Yes, she would usually find a secluded spot to be alone, and... most of the time, no one would come looking for her. She'd always concluded that she simply wasn't missed. "Then I'd show back up again right before everything was over and nobody even knew I hadn't participated." 

She chuckles even though it wasn't the best of memories. "I guess that's what I get for being antisocial." More so at the time though, was the feeling that she'd been forgotten. "I got pretty good at never being noticed."

She instinctively pulls Chuck's arms around her a little tighter. Was this what it was like to be wrapped in the arms of someone who cared for her? Someone who might... love her? There were days that thought simply brought warm fuzzies and a smile. There were days that it confused her to no end. And there were days that it was so overwhelming all she could do was cry. It seemed like today happened to be one of those days. 

A tear slips out her eye and trickles down her cheek. Yes, she'd gotten pretty good at never being noticed... until now. And she only hoped that she wasn't living in a fairytale that would come to "the end" too quickly.

Hunter was glad Katie hadn't taken offense at what he'd said. He knew sometimes he didn't communicate very well... especially to a woman. But they seemed to have worked out this little bump alright. 

Smiling a little, he shakes his head. "Naw, I'm... not really all that hungry." He knew he hadn't had any breakfast either, but it was his habit not to eat when he wasn't hungry, and right now, it was the truth. He knew that would bother Katie though. "Maybe I'll just grab an apple later to tide me over until supper." 

He did remain at the table with her though and snitched a couple more fries, but nothing else. A few of the others came over to see how he was and chat a little, but eventually the dining room was quiet except for Katie cleaning. 

Hunter took up a seat by the window to wait and keep her company, while his eyes roamed the outdoors. His nightmares and the day before continued to run through his mind, over and over. And the voice he'd heard. Let go. Why let go? Let go of what? Was it literal or figurative? It had seemed literal in the river, yet if indeed it was a message from God... what else was He trying to tell Hunter? And why here? It seemed the pieces just weren't fitting. And yet at the same time... he couldn't help but wonder if he was being held here for a reason.